Pakistani Tent Brothel

[eVile]

Mahmoud Baig paced in his tent. Before him stood six young girls, weeping in that musical way that delighted him to no end. "Strip!" he barked, causing them to flinch comically. These were good muslim girls, and they'd probably never been seen nude by anyone but their mothers.

Mahmoud was an imposing figure, all gut, burly arm and moustache. Most of the time, respect and obedience was easily attained. However, in some cases, like the present hesitance of the fresh meat to undress, he found it helpful to make a show of reaching for his scimitar.

The girls slowly and shamefully unwrapped their hijabs and dresses, standing at last before him totally nude. With downcast eyes, and hands desperately attempting modesty, they began to tremble. Surely they thought of their brothers, who had been escorting them through the desert when Mahmoud's men found them. They had been shot on the spot. The less pretty girls would be killed as well, after his men had a go at them of course.

Mahmoud went down the line, thoroughly inspecting the new slaves. He probed their mouths and genitals with his thick fingers, boring into their holes. Interested in one girl's large, dark, puffy areolas, he gave cruel twist to one, causing her to cry out and her knees to buckle.

Finding what appeared to be the prettiest girl, he gave a powerful slap to her face, sending her reeling backward, tripping over the ottoman and knocking over the hookah.

"YOU CLUMSY CUNT" He roared, lunging at her throat. He pinned her by the neck to the floor, her head splashing into the filthy hookah water, now becoming mud with the dirt floor. She made clucking sounds gasping for air, and flailed wildly with her skinny legs. Mahmoud was undoing his sash when his man burst in.
"Sir! There's a convoy approaching up the mountain, two jeeps."
"How long till they get here?"
"About an hour, sir"
"Very well. We'll intercept them when they reach the pass. In the mean time, take these girls away, all except the one with the camel dung tits and this one here" Said Mahmoud gesturing at the girl in his grip who was starting to look a little blue. His officer went up to the the remaining girls, and dragged three of them out by their long braids, kicking the last one out with his muddy boot. "Well then" he exclaimed to the blubbering girls, knocking their heads together. "Two catches in one day. God truly smiles upon me"

-----------------------AUTHOR'S NOTES-----------------------

I will play Mahmoud in this drama. Other characters people can play are:
-The two new slaves
-Mahmoud's soldiers
-The young, idealistic female journalist in the jeep
-Her two male cameramen
-Customers of the brothel
-Mahmoud's other whores. I'm hoping some switches will take these women (or possibly boys) up and establish a hierarchy among the whores, hazing, etc.

This brothel, while pretty far removed from civilization, is nonetheless located on an important mountain pass, and is known as a destination for travelers in the region. I encourage you to come up with backstories for your characters and form relationships with others. I hope this turns out as fun as I'm imagining it can.

~eVile